Diane Meyer-Bridesmaid

I was really planning on writing this post yesterday Wednesday, but I wasn't feeling the greatest so I gave myself a pass.

Where to start with this peach?

For those of you who may not know her, she is Tony's little sister. The baby of the family and one of the only girls. So this "little girl's" 16th birthday yesterday Wednesday was kind of a big deal.

I first met Diane when she was 3. I'm not sure if she knows that. But I did. I would always go camping with her cousin Sheena and one weekend she was up north the same time I was there. She was the cutest little girl and she tagged along with Sheena and I throughout the weekend. Even after the weekend went by I would ask Sheena how Diane was-I believe close after that she was in Chris's wedding so I saw pictures of her all dressed up. If I only knew what was ahead of us.

Over the years since,Tony and I started dating, I believe Diane and I formed our own little friendship. Even during the time of our separation I felt I needed to check on her. I stayed in contact with her as much as I could. Again, if I only knew.

She's my little sister. I don't need the same last name as her.

Why do I love her?

-We speak our own language, or lack of. Sometimes we just have to look at each other and we'll know what we're thinking
-When we are/aren't speaking our own language and someone tries to figure it out-we just laugh it off (no, mom-in-law, we are not always laughing at you...at the beginning...but when you think we are-then we do)
-We make fun of mom/mom-in-law together
-She gave me Bieber fever
-She's terrifying when she's watching football--no one interrupt her football time
-She watches TV series with me all day long on the snowy/gross weekends
-She protects me from her big brother/my 'loving' fiance when we may or may not get into a flicking fight. ( I will always run and hide behind her)
-She avoids garage night with me-you'll find her downstairs watching some sort of TV series :)
-Her attitude...some may dislike an attitude...I love it...(she's 16-I'd be worried if she didn't have an attitude)Work it--while you can get away with it :)
-She always makes me laugh


***NeXt BlOg----HONEYMOON!!!!!!!!!!! ---it's booked!

something old, something new, something borrowed, something..

Blue!

 Slowly over time I've collected the necessary items to complete this saying. 


Something old=my pearl necklace from my Grandma Iris
Something new=my pearl bracelet and earrings from my mom and dad
Something borrowed= Still unknown (Grandma Iris is on the hunt)
Something blue=a blue brooch from my future mother-in-law

Below you'll find pictures of the brooch Mari found for me. While she was in Italy on business she emailed asking if there was anything she needed to look for while there. I told her I was still in need of something blue and was looking for some sort of brooch to attach to my dress. 

The second brooch pictured has a great story attached to it. After Mari finally got a good look at it she didn't think it was exactly what I was looking for, but because the sales lady worked so hard to get it for her, she felt she should buy it. I can't tell the story as good as Mari does, so next time you're around her you'll have to ask to hear the brooch story. It's a good one. And because it has such a great story behind it I'm having a hard time deciding which one I'll actually use. The first brooch pictured is almost an exact match to my veil. Either way they'll be a great touch to the wedding.

It's about time...

You were not mistaken. It was not a typo.

We found a photographer!

Check out Photographs by Michele here.

My wonderful sister-in-law Nicole gave me Michele's info. We met with her and instantly clicked. I can't wait! She was already writing down ideas while we were sitting there with her. I felt like she was just as excited about this wedding as us!

I can't tell you how relieved I am not that we have our photographer. I can finally start enjoying this wedding now that all the big things are done and out of the way.

I guess I can't say all, we do still have to decide on a honeymoon destination. I think we've narrowed it down to Jamaica, it's just a matter of picking a resort. I love Jamaica, I can't wait to go back. But we'll discuss that in a future post :)

Update

Hello wedding world!

I just wanted to checkin with everyone. It's been a few days since my last post and I wanted to do a quick update on a few things and give you a heads up on what's to come. Over the next few days I'll be doing a lot of posts, possibly a few each day until I catch up with things.

*side note-I can no longer add pictures from work-Tony I'm sorry but you'll just have to deal with my "boring" posts for a while.

What you'll see:

Wedding Photographer-Yes, we finally decided on one!
Something Blue
Engagement Story-Part 2
Father Daughter Dance
Vows-Traditional vs. Personal

But more importantly I want to take a minute to ask for a favor. My maid of honor, Cassie, and her family are going through a difficult situation right now. Her mom was diagnosed with breast cancer a few weeks ago. She has since had surgery and begins chemotherapy today and will continue with treatment for the next 6 months. Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers during this difficult journey they have ahead of them.

That's all for right now. I'll be back soon with the rest of the updates.

Engagement Story-Part1

So I originally wrote this post for my other non-wedding blog-weird yes because it is actually about the wedding in a way. I got onto a rant about Kim K and it lead into this...




Is anyone else a little disturbed by the news and size of Kim K's ring?

Unreal.




I mean, don't get me wrong-I love Kim K. But seriously, reaaallly?



#1-When it's that big does it even look real???

#2-I don't know about any other girls out there but sometimes my ring gets in the way. I can't fish anything out of my pockets-I bang it on the desk-the door way-it just gets in the way sometimes.



As I was driving into work this morning all the talk radios were buzzing about this ring and the engagement and the "biggest Hollywood wedding" she's planning. Two of the dj's got into a conversation about rings and men picking them out and girls not liking them.



How rude.



If your man proposes to you and you don't like the ring...and you say you don't like it...find a new man. Because obviously you don't love the current guy proposing to you. It's not about the ring. If you think otherwise you aren't ready to get married.



Then they brought into the conversation girls who pick out their rings...again...if you have to pick out your ring...I feel like that's a little...selfish...in a way. When someone says "I picked out my ring" or "she picked out her ring" I automatically think about a girl saying "I want this and that with this size diamond" in a snotty, stuck up, high pitched voice. (Not all girls are like this! I know!!-but there are girls out there like that-just sayin)



With my own thought, I made myself cringe.



I picked out my ring.



Kind of-



I didn't know I was picking it out-



But I did.



sigh



Before all you other judgers out there like myself start judging, please know that probably a year before my love proposed I had a twisty-tie on my finger from a bread loaf. mmhmm. He's a romantic....In fact I went through two twisty-ties. The first one was the paper kind-and after wearing that for a week the paper wore down to the wire and it was poking me. So, what does lover do? Finds one of the plastic ones! Smart boy. But I wore it. And I loved it. And if I had to wear a twisty-tie the rest of my life-I would've. It's the thought that counts.



This brought on the topic of "IF I were to by to buy you a ring, what would you want?" conversation. I of course followed with my usual response to every other thing in life-"I don't care." So, one day while we were out shopping around, we drove past a jewelry shop. I was jokingly asked if I wanted to go in. I jokingly said sure back-thinking we'd continue on driving. Somehow we ended up actually going in and looking around to "get an idea for what you like." I had originally walked into that store thinking I wanted a plain band with a single diamond on it.



Hm. Throw a couple hundred different rings in front of one girl-see what happens. It'll entertain you I'm sure.



We slowly made our way around the room looking at the various styles. I had come across one or two that I liked-including one that looked just like a twisty-tie :). It wasn't until we were almost completely around the room that I was shown a ring that completely caught my eye. It was unique. I loved it. Tony quickly asked-"If I come in-say six months from now-and that ring isn't here, how do I get it?" the response wasn't what I wanted to hear. "If it's gone, it's gone."-I mean great! that means not every one and their sister will have that ring, but at that moment-I wanted to be gone. I was done looking because I didn't want to fall in love with a ring I wouldn't be able to have. And those were my exact words as we walked out the store a few minutes later. Along with "I don't want to do that again."



Little did I know...

Wedding Meltdown #519

Saturday as I was sitting with my sister Amber and personal attendant Brittni I received a lovely email saying "8 more months!"

Just what I wanted to hear.

As the day went on I filed it away and tried not to think about it. Tony and I went on with our errands-burying ourselves into grocery shopping and getting little things for the house, dog, fish, yard etc. As all those "little" things added up, along with the constant reminder that my car is broken down, photographer mess and the haunting guest list-I started to have a mini panic attack on the drive home thinking about all of this. Tony immediately went into his motivational-we'll get it all figured out-we have plenty of time-you need to get excited-stop worrying-I'll take care of it-it'll all work out speech. This is why I love him.

During his little speech he mentioned that maybe if we did something fun like registering that it would get me excited. So, immediately after I calmed myself down I asked if we could go to Target and register. So, at 8:30pm we walked into Target ready for to register. Tony took the scanner first. I think he was more excited than I was. We only had an hour and a half before the store closed so it was a little rushed but we got through.

However.

When I got home, I wanted to take a look at our list to see what we added.

Problem #1-I could not log in to edit our list. At all. I could change my password. But I could not log in.

Problem #2-When I search for our registry, I am able to see it. Great. But it only lists probably half of the items we scanned. Awesome.

That excited bubble just popped.

Sunday I woke up ready to face the guest list head on. I headed over to the in-laws so my future mother-in-law could help me. I wasn't about to do this alone. She helped out a ton and kept me focused. After a few hours of sorting through the "guest list", "new guest list", "updated guest list" spreadsheets and figuring out what names we had and needed to add we finally had a grand total.

Are you ready for this?

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Total Wedding Guests (Wedding/Dinner)=232
Total Guests (Wedding + Reception) = 434
*give or take a few

I think I can finally breathe now.

Maybe now I can tackle this silly registry issue. Or possibly the photographer. One step at a time.

Friendly Reminders

I received yet another friendly email today regarding the wedding blog.

Fiiiiiine.

I think I've realized that I am really just trying to avoid all wedding stuff. I'm burnt out. I want a break.

And I don't really have a whole lot going on or that I NEED to work on. I just am not wanting to work on it.

Why?

Because I am throwing a pitty party for myself because I can't have the photographer I want.

Why?

Because I have expensive taste.

Why?

Because I am picky.

Ugh.

So I'm supposed to be finding a photographer. But I don't want to. I think I'm secretly hoping that this one photographer will magically lower their prices one of these days.

Again, a girl can dream.

I'd also like for our honeymoon to magically be decided. Do you know how many options one has for a honeymoon?? 

We received probably six different "pamphlets" from our travel agent. Inside these "pamphlets" are probably sixty pages with eight different resorts per page.

Awesome.

Soooo, because I'm throwing a tantrum I've started another blog. Non-wedding related. So. If you'd like to follow along on that one you can find it here. I'll continue to update the wedding blog as I work on wedding things. But sometimes a girl just needs a break from wedding stuff. Seriously. I don't even like typing that word right now.

Can someone point me in the direction of the courthouse??